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Fandom: The Royal Romance/Royal Heir
Characters: Drake Walker, Liam Rhys, Riley Campbell
Riley threw herself onto her bed with an audible thump. It had been five days since the coronation ball and Liam hadn’t even tried to get in touch with her. Neither had Drake or Hanna for that matter. At least Hanna had the excuse of being back in Shanghai.
Maxwell had been great, of course and Bertrand had been….well, Bertrand. At least he was trying. Since he wore his emotions all over his face it wasn’t hard to know that he wanted to comfort her, but had no clue how and just felt awkward about the whole thing. She suspected that his insistence on a strict etiquette training regimen was as much about distracting her as it was about making sure she could survive at court.
Poor Maxwell she thought, the first night back at the Beaumont estate, she had cried herself to sleep in his arms. The second night too. No wonder he went to yoga today, he probably needed a break from her heartache. She wished she could get a break from it, it was suffocating. Every moment of every day was filled with it. Sure, she could paste on a smile and learn which fork was which with Bertrand, she could let Maxwell lead her through the steps of a dozen different dances she needed to learn. But even when she was smiling, conversing or learning, in the back of her mind and at the center of heart there was Liam.
She felt alone, abandoned and betrayed.
Then Maxwell walked in and handed her Drakes letter.
“What’s this?” She asked as she sat up.
Maxwell shrugged, “Drake told me to give it to you, I guess it’s from Liam.”
“Liam sent a letter through Drake? When did you see Drake?”
“Drake went to yoga?”
“Yeah, hot yoga.”
“I know right! I couldn’t believe it either! I thought he wanted to hang out with me, his best buddy, but I think he just wanted to check up on you.”
Hope soared in her chest as she ripped the letter open. She read the short missive quicky and her heart plummeted when she realized that it wasn’t from Liam. She blinked back the tears and pasted on a fake smile to get Maxwell out the room, then she shoved the letter in a drawer and cried until she had no tears left to cry. As she lay on her bed starting at the ceiling, her mind drifted back to that night, the night that ruined everything. Stupid Tariq in her room, pawing all over her. She shuddered at the memory, but then another, better memory struggled to the forefront of her mind, bringing a bit of warmth with it, pushing away a little of the pain.
It was the memory of Drake bursting through her door with fire in his eyes, tackling Tariq to the ground first, asking questions later. The memory of how hot his skin felt under her hands as she checked for broken ribs, how he couldn’t hide the way he shivered at her touch. The memory of how, after just a little bit of whiskey, he started talking about his feelings for her.
She had been completely taken aback. Their night under the stars in Lythikos and the night they hung out in Olivia’s wine cellar notwithstanding, she had not considered him anything but a friend and had been surprised at the revelation that he felt anything more than that. He had run out of her room pretty fast after that.
Even though by then she knew she was falling in love with Liam, she couldn’t be sure he was going to chose her, so she had been trying to keep those feelings at bay, at least a little, to cushion herself against heartache. An attempt she now knew to be folly. But at the time, she had allowed herself just a small moment to consider where Drakes revelation could lead, if she let it.
She had tried to talk to Drake about it the next day but he shut it down. Not until after he kissed her though. The memory of that kiss now pulsed through her like a beacon of light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. There had been nothing at all wrong with that kiss. At the time the only problem had been that it wasn’t Liam kissing her. Now that she was being forced to push Liam out of her heart and mind, she let herself remember it in a new light. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the memory of how it felt to be kissed by Drake, and how his touch had set something inside her on fire even if she hadn’t admitted it at the time. She remembered the way his hair felt tangled in her fingers, the tautness of his muscles as she had slid her hands across his chest, responding to his touch. For a moment, there in the Beaumont study, she had given in to that feeling and melted into his embrace.
Then he had pushed her away, guilt clearly etched on his features, “We can’t, I can’t. Liam is my best friend.” Drake had rejected her that night after all and then Liam had shown up and asked her out on a date. She felt a heaviness in her heart at the thought of Liam, but no, she decided, she was done crying over him. She pushed that memory away and focused instead on the longing she had seen in Drakes eyes even as he rejected her. Then her mind spun ahead to the night of Coronation ball, before everything went to hell. Outside, at the bar, the last moment she had spent alone with him.
“Everything’s going to change, for all of us. I don’t want to know what happens next, I just want to stay right here in this moment with you. You could very well be an engaged woman by the end of the night and, well, I’d be a damn fool if I didn’t kiss you while I had the chance.” And then he did. He took her in his arms and kissed her like he meant it. The memory flooded her with happiness and heat, and for the first time in five days, she smiled.
Then she sat up and reached for the letter again.
Hey, I know I’m not suppose to be contacting you, Liam says it isn’t safe, but I have to know that you’re ok. You can burn this after you read it, I guess. I figure no one can trace a letter that I pass by hand to Maxwell, you know? So I had to set up a meeting that wouldn’t look suspicious. Long story short, now I have to go to hot yoga with Maxwell, Penelope and Kiara. I don’t even know what that is but it’s the best I could do.
I just wanted you to know that I was thinking of you and that I’m here for you, as much as I can be anyway. I’m going to have Maxwell meet me for a movie tomorrow, if you wanted to write me back and let me know that you’re ok.
Drake had gone to hot yoga just to get a letter to her? Her heart did a little flip at the thought. That was sweet and admitting it was vulnerable, something she knew he hated being, or at least showing. She quickly grabbed a pen and some stationary.
I’m doing better now that I’ve heard from a friend. Thank you for reaching out to me, I feel better knowing that someone cares. Bertrand is trying to mold me into a perfect society lady, you can imagine how much fun that is. I wish I could call or text you. I can’t believe you went to hot yoga for me.
She sealed it in an envelope and went to find Maxwell.